People always think I'm: At airports, they come up to me, close one eye and say, ''Didn't we go to school together?''

My fantasy is: I'm in the kind of bar where they make stunning martinis. My wife is with me, and we have time to have a couple of drinks, then stroll into the main dining room and have a nice dinner. We hold hands and say, "It's a nice life and this is a nice night."

The one thing I can't stand: Sloppy thinking.

If I could change one thing: I'd still have my parents.

People who knew me in high school thought I was: A nice enough guy, a little bit funny.